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“You good?” I ask as I move another inch.
“Never better.”
Fucking same.
I rock my hips slowly, going deeper with every thrust. Ruby glides her nails down my arms and then my stomach.
“Maybe you can teach me how to get one of these,” she says.
“A dick?”
She bursts into laughter. “A six-pack.”
I join in, laughing with her. I’m not sure I’ve ever laughed during sex before. I should have expected it with Ruby.
“You’re perfect, Red.”
She leans up and kisses me as I finally bury myself to the hilt. Her tongue tangles with mine, encouraging me with moans and gasps and saying my name, as I fuck her harder and harder.
There are no words, no thoughts, except yes, more, and mine.
“I’m going to come.” Another gasp as her head tips back against the pillow.
I wrap one hand around the side of her neck. “Eyes on me, Red.”
Her lashes flutter open as her orgasm hits. Her lips part and her nails dig deeper into my biceps and it’s the final push to send me over the edge with her. I’ve never come harder or longer.
I roll off her and sag to the bed as I catch my breath. Instead of exhaustion, I feel peace but in the most energizing kind of way. What the fuck even was that? I can’t remember the last time sex felt like that. Has it ever felt like that? I’m spent but all I can think about is doing it again.
“You were right,” she says, turning on her side to face me. Her eyes close and she gives me a sleepy smile as I bring my arm around her to pull her against me.
“About what?”
“You’re good at lots of things.”
“Like giving you orgasms?” I ask, brushing her hair away from her face so I can see the smile on her lips as she nuzzles against my chest.
“Like cuddling.” Then she falls asleep.
21
RUBY
The smell of coffee wakes me. I open my eyes and immediately look for Nick, trying not to feel disappointed when the bed is empty next to me. Then I hear him moving around the kitchen.
The sun is up, and the birds are chirping happily outside the window. I swing my legs over the side of the bed. My clothes from last night are scattered around the room, evidence that it all really happened. The sting of muscles I haven’t used in a while is another clear indication that I wasn’t dreaming. I pull the blanket off the bed and around me before padding out of the room and down the hall.
I come up short at the view in front of me. Nick stands in the kitchen with his back to me. He’s changed clothes and the ends of his hair are wet like he showered recently.
“Morning.”
He turns and smiles at me. “Morning, Red.”
He’s shaved too this morning. A flash of shyness hits me as I think about how I must look by comparison. Hair messy, last night’s makeup most-likely smeared around my eyes. I passed out hard last night after the two best orgasms of my life.
“I got bagels and muffins and some fruit. I wasn’t sure what you liked for breakfast.”
And just like that warmth spreads through me.
